At the End

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 25 Jan 2018
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At the End

 

of world war 1945

bugles played

drums pounded

and engines roared overhead

allied planes in victory

crossing the skies above—

and momma cried.

 

(c) 2018 Richard L. Provencher

Certificate PG
Poem
Words that Matter
Historical Fiction

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Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Captures the poignancy of war, ending, but such a sadness of having been. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you, Rhiannon. War is awful. My  dad spent two yearrs with Canadian bomber command attached to England's Armed Forces.

Richard L. Provencher